Walter Thinman's Bookery & Sundry
Lost in what he called a wilderness for lack of a better term, being there was no decent thesaurus within reasonable walking distance, Walter Thinman built a cabin from wood and fond memories. He filled it with books and art, and welcomed visitors with a poem he thought was rather clever. He began to realize the cabin neither captured the feel of the real one, nor quite reflected who he was as an artist, so he built a new structure, swapping out wood for whimsy. This place felt more expressive of his sensibilities, but with time he began to notice bothersome details that fell short of his vision and started again. Day by day, fish by fish, and crow by crow, he made his latest bookery which you see here before you. Come in, have a look around, make yourself at home.
Click on the image below to enter the Bookery.
